Amara Keizer-Quintanilla

2 Poems

Subir CC:[To Fall]; Lost in Translation

Entre el sonido de la mañana

CC: [Everyday giants watch others fall]

y el beso de tus brazos, pienso:

CC: [out of love, and fish watch giants]

que suerte, que nunca voy

CC: [fall from the sky, with no one]

hacer solitaria otra vez.

CC: [there to catch them but the]

Veo que las estrellas caigan

CC: [river, of all things. It must hurt. And yet]

y aterrizan en tus ojos cada mañana.

CC: [I find myself following the giants every time,]

Ahora tu y yo nunca vamos a caminar

CC: [eyes open, filled with morbid, budding, antici-]

sin luz, sin amor, sin nosotros.

CC: [pation of the crash, inevitable.]

Contrapuntal made of sangre; thicker than water

when, as a child, you fell in a river and encontrastes alguien, y en un punto tu
held your breath, gently, creastes en algo divino. pregunta:
what was better? ¿fue mentira? ¿fue real?
the anticipation, or the break los dos duelen igual, pero
through the surface, through barking water volverás a respirar
until you’re fully submerged— eventualmente, supongo.
when you’re able to think of an answer ¿que pasara primero? ¿iras? ¿o
will you find me again? dejaras de creer?
i guess it doesn’t matter si ya sabes la respuesta,
in the grand scheme of things no tienes que preguntar—
but I’d like it if you did. no tienes que ir.

Bio

Amara Keizer-Quintanilla is a poet and fiction writer based in South Florida. She’s new to the publishing scene, but has been writing since her age hit double digits. She graduated from the University of Central Florida with a degree in creative writing, and has been involved in various writing-based activities on campus such as The Cypress Dome, a student-run, student-published literary magazine. Her hobbies include listening to podcasts, annoying her roommate’s cat, and unsuccessfully trying to make empanadas as good as her mama makes them.